THE DEVILSLAYER

Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born

I was the first who gained control
Subdued by my will
The spirit of fire
Drove it into furnace
And taught the people
How to forge weapons, swing the hammer
Blow the bellows, cool and grind metal

Hey, blacksmith, forge a sword for me
As heavy as only few can lift it

Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born

Weighing as much as three heavy iron bars
Will it be heavy enough?
Not yet
My sword must be heavier

Forge, blacksmith, a sword for me
As heavy as only few heroes can lift it

Iron and fire, who dares to lift me up?
Son of the mare!
What will you call me?
The Devilslayer!

Forge roars, the furnace burns, bellows blow day and night
Hammer strikes, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born

Three more iron bars are forged!
Can you lift it?
Yes, now it is the proper size
And a proper weight for me!

I forged a sword for you, Kurbads
A sword which only you can lift!